Miss you

In an earlier blog, I talked about listening to Everything but the girl on the radio. Just prior to that it had taken a turn on my headphones. I miss you like the deserts miss the rain. Today, while wandering into Lisa's store, I heard it again.

I don't know how much I believe in signs, but I like to think that they are real. I like to think that we are given lots of directions and that it is our own busy-ness that causes us not to listen.

So, what exactly am I missing? Is this a sign to listen more in general? Is that just getting my attention primed for a bigger message?

A few weeks ago, someone who has known me most of my life thought I was someone else and would not be convinced otherwise. Now they have found a brain tumor. I suppose there are some signs we simply refuse to read.

On a lighter note, it's Valentine's day, so Punky and I went to our favorite pizzeria in Souptown. We marveled at the paper towel holders on each table and the tiny paper plate and cheap plastic forks we were given. When we tried to pay with debit, we were told that they only took cash or check. If we couldn't pay either way, we could hit a nearby atm or leave our name and number and come back tomorrow to pay.

Yes folks, we live in a town that trusting. Well, across a bridge from a town that trusting...